Last week a Twitter friend tweeted that she she felt like a terrible mother for not making it home to put her child to bed for more than a week.

Without a second thought I replied:
Harry Potter loved his mom and he didn’t even really know her. The bond is broader and deeper than a few bedtimes.

Now, for the second day in a row, my husband will put our son to bed because I’ll be tied up in an audit. I was beating myself up until I remembered my own comment.

Now I just need to be as supportive to myself as I am of other people. Funny that it doesn’t seem to come naturally to some (most?) of us.


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